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Lessons That Last: One patch of grass, a thousand memories
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Starts at 60
Some had a football tucked under an arm, others were chasing a tennis ball, while a few were happily kicking the dew off the grass before another school day began.
While we were still rubbing the sleep from our eyes, Jodie was already out there snapping goals and taking marks.
A tennis ball became a cricket ball and the best batter somehow stayed in all lunch.
Then, of course, a game of “down ball” with a tennis ball on concrete squares.
The bell nobody wanted Just when a game was getting interesting… There it was.